It’s summertime, and clearly my two guys have way too much time on their hands.
Submitted for your amusement. The following exchange was transcribed from my husband’s and son’s cell phones text messages. Chris was at work, Josh was at home, when apropos of nothing, he sent this:
Within a minute, he received the following response:
This here’s a tale for all the fellas, try to do what those ladies tell us. Get shot down cuz you’re overzealous. Play hard to get females get jealous.
(Bear in mind, my son has unlimited texts, but no keyboard on his phone. He typed all that on a phone keypad. In about :60.) Not to be outdone, Chris responds back:
Ok, smarty. Go to a party. Girls are standing the crowd is showin’ body. A chick walks by you wish you could sex her. But you’re standin on the wall like you was Poindexter.
Next days function, high class luncheon. Food is served and you’re stone cold munchin. Music comes on, people start to dance. But then you ate so much you nearly split your pants.
A girl starts walkin, guys start gawkin. Sits down next to you and starts talkin. Says she wanna dance cuz she likes the groove. So come on fatso and just bust a move.
This, folks, is why I love being a part of this family.